A Change Of Heart chapter 7
"How will bringing him his lunch help me figure out my feelings?" Kyle asked Bebe as they made there way to the kitchen. Prince Cartman liked to have his lunch in his bedchambers everyday at noon. And Wendy was usually the one to prepare and bring it to him. But everyone in the palace knows that the prince no longer favors the dark haired girl so she now only makes his lunch and sends someone else to deliver it.
And Bebe had the brilliant idea that Kyle should be the one to bring the prince's lunch up to him from now on.
"Because, the more time you spend with him the closer you will get." The blond woman explained. She had been planning on ways to bring them closer ever since Kyle told her what happened a few nights ago. All day and night she talked of bringing them together, having them fall in love, and live happily ever after. Just like in the stories her father told her as a child.
Kyle had no choice but to follow along with her plan, whether he wanted to or not. Bebe could be very persuasive at times.
They entered the kitchen to find Wendy busying herself by preparing a fine looking meal. She was adding a strange looking spice to the meat when they came in. And once they got to close she hastily put the spice jar away and picked up the lunch tray. "Here," She glared at Kyle as she pushed the trey into his hands. "And be careful with it, you clumsy boy! I don't want such a fine meal ruined because of those shaky hands of yours."
Kyle returned the look and ripped the silver trey out of Wendy's small hands.
"I might as well, just to save the prince from this pig's slop you call a meal." Him and Bebe laughed at this and exited the kitchen. The look on Wendy's face was absolutely splendid. She hated it when he talked back to her.
Bebe followed Kyle up to the prince's room. They made small talk as they climbed the steep steps and walked the long corridors of the castle's west wing. Kyle was now a bit used to the unbearable warmth, but still not enough to like it in the slightest. He still favored a chilly breeze over this moist heat, but at least he was used to it by now. Bebe waited for Kyle outside the door of the prince's room as he went inside.
She gave him a reassuring smile as she held the door open for him to go inside. Kyle smiled back at her before she closed the door behind him.
Prince Cartman sat at his desk, his quill pen darting around the paper before him. He looked up when Kyle entered the room and smiled at him. Kyle grinned back. "Here's your food. The oh so pleasant miss Wendy prepared it special for you, m'lord." The redhead said with fake enthusiasm. Cartman chuckled.
"You two still not getting along, I see. I'll have to have a chat with her if she's still bothering you." With some effort, the fat prince held onto the edge of the desk and struggled to stand from his chair. "Ah, look at this will you. Some prince I am, can't even get my fat arse out of my chair." He laughed hoarsely." Aren't I a sight for my subjects? Come, come and bow for your fat ass prince, ya shits!"
Kyle chuckled softly, but not at prince Eric's jests. Here he was, trying to figure out his true feelings and find some evidence of the prince's love for him, while he was drinking from a half empty wine bottle and staggering about like a drunken man emerging from a brothel. He only hoped that whatever paper work he had been doing were of no importance. Can't have a drunken boy making laws for his kingdom, now can we?
Prince Eric Cartman took a long swig of wine and placed his now empty goblet down on his desk. Wiping his mouth with the back of his hand he said darkly,"What? You think that's funny?" Upon seeing Kyle's face drop he broke out in a fit of laughter, dropping his serious act. "Ah, damn you boy! You always get to me with those big green eyes of yours."
The redhead smiled nervously and placed the silver trey of food on the edge of prince Eric's desk. Cartman took up his goblet again and re-filled it, taking another long swig and then handing it to Kyle. "Here, drink." He said. "It's so strong it'll put hair on your chest."
"No, I couldn't I-" Kyle tried to object, but was denied.
"I said drink!" The goblet was forced into his hands. "Your prince demands it."
Not having a choice in the matter, Kyle drank while his lord sat back down to eat. It was thick and foul tasting, and so strong that it brought tears to his eyes. He shook his head and tried not to spit the wine out. He forced the liquid down in one hard swallow and sighed in relief when it was all down. The prince, who had been watching him the whole time, laughed.
At first, Kyle thought that was why he choked, because he laughed too hard. But then Cartman's cheeks began to swell and his entire face turned a disgusting shade of purple. He wasn't choking, he was having an allergic reaction to the food!
Kyle screamed for help and Bebe ran into the room, leaving the door wide open. Prince Eric had fallen out of his chair and was on the floor. Both Kyle and Bebe rushed to his side to help him as he struggled to breath. His jeweled fingers were clawing at his throat and his eyes rolled back into his head while Kyle and Bebe both panicked over him.
They froze when a shriek came from behind them. They turned to see a maid standing in the doorway, holding her cheeks and screaming.
"Murderers! Your trying to kill the prince!" She wailed, tripping over herself as she ran to go get help.